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Francis Thompson - The Kingdom of God
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  `_In no Strange Land_`

  O world invisible, we view thee,
    O world intangible, we touch thee,
  O world unknowable, we know thee,
    Inapprehensible, we clutch thee!

  Does the fish soar to find the ocean,
    The eagle plunge to find the air--
  That we ask of the stars in motion
    If they have rumour of thee there?

  Not where the wheeling systems darken,
    And our benumbed conceiving soars!--
  The drift of pinions, would we hearken,
    Beats at our own clay-shuttered doors.

  The angels keep their ancient places;--
    Turn but a stone, and start a wing!
  `Tis ye, `tis your estranged faces,
    That miss the many-splendoured thing.

  But (when so sad thou canst not sadder)
    Cry;--and upon thy so sore loss
  Shall shine the traffic of Jacob`s ladder
    Pitched betwixt Heaven and Charing Cross.

  Yea, in the night, my Soul, my daughter,
    Cry,--clinging Heaven by the hems;
  And lo, Christ walking on the water
    Not of Gennesareth, but Thames!
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